I think I'll definitely wanting to be getting into St. Patricks Day this year.
- I'm Irish by marriage to a sweet Connolly. My kids have the precious pale skin & and reddish-blonde hair of their daddy.
- St. Patrick was um, a baller. He was captured as a slave when he was sixteen, and when he escaped six years later - he returned from Ireland to share Christ with his hometown.
- He baptized thousands & ordained tons of priests, in an effort to spread the church and the fame of Christ. He was in essence, a movement leader, a rudimentary church planter.
- St. Patrick's Day gives me one more reason to use the shamrock cookie cutter from my pack of 101 cookie cutters, which my husband did not want me to buy for fear I wouldn't use them. Hmph.
- I'll let Nick give an official, "this-is-how-assessment-went-and-this-is-the-plan-when-we-know-it" blog, but I think it is safe to say this time next year we'll be living in Boston, and they take St. Patrick's Day pretty seriously.
- One of my favorite quotes from St. Patrick hits very close to home right now. While he was enslaved he had a vision of himself going to share the gospel with the people who needed to hear it. "As I began the letter, I imagined in that moment that I heard the voice of those very people... and they cried out, as with one voice: 'We appeal to you, holy servant boy, to come and walk among us'.